Izzy's sane adult got her a 1963 Chevy StepSide C-10 pickup as a ""homecoming"" present.  Which was really nice of him, actually.  It's not too rainy, and probably will be later, so she takes it out for a test drive, first on the rural roads and then to the highway.  It starts really chugging as she approaches the speed limit, but it handles okay and she already feels a lot of affection for it.

That is, until some Volvo going twice her speed rams into her.  She doesn't die of it; she does crack some ribs and bonk her head on the steering wheel pretty hard.  Her hand comes back bloody after it's been touched to her hairline.

She swore as she saw the guy coming up behind her as quick as that, and tried to swerve off the side when it became clear he wasn't going to, but - her truck is so much bigger than that little thing and she can feel the dread in her stomach (right next to all the tissue damage) that she's kind of killed a guy.  She fumbles for her seatbelt, and sees movement in her side mirror - okay, that's good, that's a real relief; he looks fine.  (And fine, wow.  Wow.)  He gets out and walks towards her, with a concerned (and hot) and friendly expression; she switches from trying to get out of her seatbelt to cracking the door -

- and then it's been flung open and there's something sharp and hard against her neck - she struggles but it does absolutely nothing, as far as she can tell -